I confess that I think Vamp lost his facade.

That is because I am talking to a girl on this site, so I am totally out there. I won't mention her name, you know how people are...

No problem! Do your thing but keep it legal!

She said she is 18.

I'm pretty sure my obsession with the idea that my mind is ripping itself apart is not unfounded. I'm beginning to be able to hear pieces of it hit the bottom of my skull. I'm even sure I can hear the subtle wisp of wind as they fall through the empty space where other portions of my mind once were; the effect reverberates off of the shredded husk of what remains. Not surprisingly, it has a calming effect, much like the start of a storm, when the violent thunder is a mere backdrop to the gentle rain. The only cognitive thought I have anymore that means anything to me at all is, "How did I get here?"
The true irony is that the more water reality takes on, the easier it seems to be to pretend.

Fuckin' hippies.

numinousREQUIEM wrote:

I'm pretty sure my obsession with the idea that my mind is ripping itself apart is not unfounded. I'm beginning to be able to hear pieces of it hit the bottom of my skull. I'm even sure I can hear the subtle wisp of wind as they fall through the empty space where other portions of my mind once were; the effect reverberates off of the shredded husk of what remains. Not surprisingly, it has a calming effect, much like the start of a storm, when the violent thunder is a mere backdrop to the gentle rain. The only cognitive thought I have anymore that means anything to me at all is, "How did I get here?" The true irony is that the more water reality takes on, the easier it seems to be to pretend.

That sounds like a great opening to a book.

I confess that I'm an addict.

I like White Castles.

I would like to confront bullies and smash them in the face with a brick.

That sounds like a bully thing

I like her, but distance is a problem... that and I've hurt her.

I have so much that I'd love to just blurt out but I can't.

What are you doing to me?

Good-Vibes wrote:

I dont know what is more exciting, seeing my furniture or walking around naked.

Sounds like both.

You're the reason I fell asleep last night and the reason I kept waking up.

I confess that the news ripped my heart out and I'm more scared now than I've ever been.

In bull fighter the give the bull a mortal wound before the bullfight starts. It is the same like life, we get wounded pretty bad and go to our deaths bleeding from this ostentatious slight.

Scars from what?

oh good

pine resin is not good in cuts.